Forgotten

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Such a lonely ghost with a sad awakened soul

Such a depressed man with a bottle of vodka in hand

Vodka is see through

like the ghost he’ll never lay his weary eyes on

 

Ghosts are possessed souls

like alcohol does to a man

possesses

and

controls

 

and ghosts are silent

like the sound of man who disappeared

from reality

 

The shots of whiskey, the bottle of tequila

Both will be gone in the morning

Like the ghost that crept through his thoughts all night

 

But look at him

That drunk cheated on his wife

Gone out of his mind

That’ll never be forgotten

 

And yet, that ghost is carrying a heavy head

and a life that only he can see

A life that has already been forgotten

and never remembered

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